IMPORTANT A/N: Weekly updates. Ha! Nice one, Kenxi!

So I've thought a lot about what I wanted to do here with this particular story. See, the book hasn't even come out yet. For some reason I thought it'd be out this year, but alas, it is not. It feels really weird writing about characters who don't technically exist, and so, tragically, I feel it best to discontinue this story.

*cries*

And so, here is a short, final chapter to Lady Midnight. Until the actual book comes out next year. And to the Guest who wrote last in the reviews, the excuse for that is the lack of knowledge of really anyone before writing it. Another reason for not writing this anymore. Information keeps coming out bit by bit, and even then I don't really know for sure of anything, and so it feels weird writing about what I know not of. If that makes sense. I could probably be persuaded to continue writing, but that will most likely not happen because of these reasons and the awkwardness of it all. Yeah, that's basically it. I feel awkward. But no matter! I hope you enjoy this probably ultimate chapter and don't desire to throw rocks at me for this. Loves ya'll! Thank you so much for your endurance and tolerance of me. Hope you enjoy. Leave a review if you like.

Oh, and since I always forget, I do not own Lady Midnight. Partially since it does not exist yet, partially since Cassie Clare created the Blackthorns and Carstairs and others. Thanks again!

-Kenxi

Jules, of course, wanted to take off running down the hall at the news.

In fact, Emma desired nothing more at that moment to do that very thing, but something stopped her. And nothing ever stopped Emma Carstairs.

It was the idea of the future. It had been five long years, and she had longed for the truth every second of them. Time heals all wounds? Yeah, right. More like it was the very cause of her pain most of the time. Without Julian there, as her parabatai and friend, she probably would have gone insane sooner or later.

And so she froze in her place on the bed, grabbing his arm before he could jump off in excitement. Livvy had already disappeared from the doorway, no doubt racing back to the stranger. Emma stayed still, ignoring the near tangible exasperation from Jules.

"What are you doing? I want some answers, Em!" Julian didn't quite yell, but the impatience in his tone was audible. He tugged at her arm, willing her to come with him.

But Emma shook her head. "There's nothing else I'd rather do, Jules, but let's be cool about this. We need to have clear minds, and I know for a fact that your mind is very full right now, as is my own. Let's take it slow, okay?" Even saying it she knew, however, that if anyone was going to make a mistake, it was her right now.

Julian sputtered as she calmly rose from the bed. "What for? Em, you're not making any sense."

"We can talk as we walk over there, yeah?"

Disappointed, Jules followed her out the door, steps paced but still jittery.

"So we'll need to see how coherent he is first, before anything else," Emma started, not looking at him. The walk would be a short one, so she took her not so sweet time, moving at a snail-like pace. "Then we will have him tell us what he saw, if he can, and then ask any extra questions pertaining to this whole thing. But no shoving answers in his face, alright?"

Jules had evened his breathing and excitement for the most part, but Emma could still sense his anxiousness. She, too, could feel it bubbling up in her, but she forced it down. Level. Head.

"Why are you just now being so cautious?" Julian blurted, looking toward her. "Normally you're the headstrong one, always going guns-blazing. What is it?"

Emma still wouldn't meet his eyes as they neared the door. "I have to do this right, Jules. I swear, I can't mess this up. This could potentially be my only chance to fix my life in the slightest, and if anything goes wrong I can't—"

She didn't know what her face looked like right then, but it must have been pitiful and desperate, because suddenly she was pulled in to a tight hug. "Whoa, hey, you're alright. Breathe." They were just outside the door, and Emma could hear her hitching breaths over the words passing in the other room, but under Julian's soothing words.

His hands had taken her face, oh so gently, and tilted it up toward him. She couldn't remember the last time his perfect blue-green eyes had looked so sincere while facing her, which was saying something. Jules was the most sincere person Emma had ever met. No matter what he said, he always meant it completely with his entire soul. Emma, on the other hand, said the first things that came to her mind, not even thinking about how it might affect someone or the situation or if she actually meant it. How had she gotten so lucky to have such an incredible human being be her parabatai? What did he see in her?

"It's gonna be fine, Em," he said softly to her. A light smile graced his lips, and she warmed up down to her toes. "We are going to get the answers we need. We are going to find who killed your parents. Get justice. And get my brother back. Things will work themselves out in the end. They always do." Then he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Emma closed her eyes and kept her tears in.

And she believed him. Every word. Things would make sense and everything would be okay. Maybe not at first, and maybe it would be difficult, but things would turn out for her. For both of them. After all, if there was a God, how could He not make everything work out for at least Julian Blackthorn? And if Jules ended up happy, then Emma would end up happy. They were practically one person. Or, as Aristotle said, one soul in two bodies.

With one last look at each other filled with trust and hope, they walked into the room to find some answers, together—just as it should be.